SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 325: Fountains And Waterfalls

Without breaking eye contact, Mika murmured,

"I’ll have to take the fabric under as well. They’ll just get in the way...and soaked."

He paused, adding politely,

"Excuse me."

His gloved hands moved with care, fingers latching onto the waistband of both her underwear and stockings at once.

He pulled gently, slowly and Fiona, mortified, instinctively lifted her hips just enough to allow it, her butt raising off the bed in a flush of embarrassment.

Inch by inch, the fabric slid down, revealing her long, shapely legs and those thick, plump, creamy thighs—devilishly soft and inviting for someone sworn to chastity.

Finally, as the garments were set aside, her most intimate area was bared, though partially obscured by the robe’s edge at first.

Her pussy, flushed a deep red from the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, glistened obscenely, already so seeping wet that trails of arousal dripped down onto the sheets below.

Fiona’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment before she stammered.

"F-First of all...don’t misunderstand! It’s...It’s wet down there because of the aphrodisiac. I’m not always like this! I’m a sister of the Goddess—I would never be in such a...condition normally!"

Mika chuckled lightly, his eyes crinkling with understanding amusement.

"Of course, I know that. Why would I ever think you’re wet all the time?"

Relieved but still flustered, she felt his gloved hand settle against her pussy—warm even through the latex.

"Mmm—!"

A soft whimper escaped her lips at the contact, her body jolting slightly as he slid his fingers up and down her slick slit, parting her folds like he was checking for any abnormalities like a doctor.

His touch them brushed a patch of soft, fluffy hair crowning her mound, and Fiona’s embarrassment surged anew.

"D-Don’t misunderstand about that either!" She blurted, voice trembling. "In our religion, it’s not allowed for a woman to shave down there. We’re encouraged to let it grow out naturally. That’s why it’s...quite bushy."

"It’s not my choice—if it were, I’d much rather keep it clean and shaven!"

Mika paused, his hand stilling as he let out an awkward, gentle laugh.

"There’s really no need to explain that, Fiona. It’s not like I’m going to quiz you on your grooming habits. You can keep that to yourself, it’s not necessary to share all that."

Her face burned hotter than ever, realization dawning as she buried it in her hands.

"I-I’m sorry...I’m so sorry for saying all this to you. You’re so much younger than me, and here I am babbling such nonsense..."

Her voice cracked, trailing into a whisper.

"I’m just...scared. Really scared right now."

She held up her trembling hands as proof, the fearless leader reduced to vulnerability.

"Things just...come out of my mouth when I’m nervous."

Her sisters watched in stunned silence, hardly recognizing their strict, authoritative big sister in this quivering, apologetic woman.

Murmurs alsorippled behind the glass—Cecilia’s eyes wide with sympathy, Fauna biting her lip, the doctors exchanging hushed glances.

Mika on the other hand showed a gentle gaze and said,

"It’s totally understandable to be scared, Fiona. No one’s going to look down on you because of that. And if it’s really that bad...I can hold your hand, if you want."

Fiona’s eyes lit up, wide and almost childlike.

"Really?"

"Of course." He said warmly, taking her shaking hand in his free one and squeezing gently.

"Anything to make you feel better."

His other hand then returned to her pussy, fingers teasing her folds again, circling with care.

"Are you ready, Fiona? It may feel weird at first, but in a moment, you’re going to forget everything. You’ll feel something so intense you won’t be able to think anymore."

She hesitated, breath hitching, but nodded firmly.

"I’m ready. I’m ready. I need to show my sisters it’s alright. Just...do what you have to do."

With her permission, Mika slowly eased two gloved fingers inside her.

Little by little they sank into her impossibly tight heat, her walls clenching around the intrusion.

"Hmmm—!" Fiona’s breath hitched; she gripped his hand hard, nails digging in as his fingers finally buried themselves to the hilt.

She couldn’t help but whimper. "It’s so tight...It’s so tight inside me. Why is it so narrow?"

Mika smiled awkwardly, voice gentle. "Well, of course it’s narrow. You’re...pure and a sister, after all. That part of you has probably never been used before. It’s only natural you’re this tight."

The words made her blush furiously, a fresh wave of heat flooding her cheeks. But before she could respond, Mika locked eyes with her, his gaze knowing and steady.

"I think it’s time we start the treatment."

Suddenly, without warning, his buried fingers began to vibrate—intensely, impossibly fast, as if pulsing a million times a second.

Brrr! Brrr! Brrr! Brrr!

Electric pleasure surged through her body, radiating outward in relentless waves.

Her pussy clenched and quivered around him, the built-up aphrodisiac pressure exploding all at once.

Fiona’s back arched sharply off the bed, legs trembling and kicking involuntarily and a sultry, broken moan tore from her throat,

"No, No! So quick! I’m coming—I’m coming! Something’s coming—AHHHHH!"

Under the wide-eyed stares of everyone—her sisters frozen in shock and awe, Cecilia pressing a hand to the glass with flushed cheeks, Fauna turning away yet peeking back, the doctors murmuring in disbelief—Fiona’s body convulsed.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

A powerful gush erupted from her, squirting high into the air in a sparkling arc, like a waterfall unleashed.

Clear fluids sprayed forcefully, splattering audibly onto the floor and bed as wave after wave released years of pent-up tension in one overwhelming climax.

From the beds nearby, her sisters—faces flushed with a mix of horror, awe, and disbelief stared wide-eyed.

"Oh my Goddess..." One murmured, clutching her sheets. "Did you see that? Sister Fiona just...squirted. Like a fountain!"

"I-I’ve never seen anything like it." Another stammered, her voice high and shaky. "It went so high! Am I dreaming right now? Pinch me—this can’t be real!"

"Look at how much came out!" A third whispered frantically, half-laughing in shock. "Our strict, perfect leader...spraying like that? In front of everyone?"

Behind the glass, the medical staff was no less composed.

"How is that even possible?" One nurse blurted, eyes bulging. "He barely had his fingers in there for a few seconds, and she just—exploded!"

"It doesn’t make sense." Another doctor muttered, shaking her head. "I’ve got a really powerful vibrator at home, top-of-the-line, and even that thing has never made me squirt like that. Not even close."

"Just what are his hands made of?" A third colleague whispered fiercely, leaning forward. "What in the world is he doing down there to trigger that kind of reaction?"

Their gazes all swiveled to Cecilia, who had gone beet-red and was desperately trying to shrink behind her clipboard.

"Don’t ask me!" She snapped, voice high with embarrassment. "Don’t any of you ask me! I’ve already admitted far too much today—don’t look at me!"

She turned instinctively toward Fauna for support, only to freeze.

Fauna stood frozen in place, cheeks flushed a deep, dreamy pink, eyes glazed as she stared at Mika’s gloved hand working between Fiona’s thighs.

Memories of that forbidden night flooded back—her son’s fingers dancing over her own aching flesh, coaxing gush after gush from her trembling body.

And seeing how quick he was she couldn’t help but think if he been holding back then?

Gentle with his own mother?

The thought sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly, and she pressed her thighs together without thinking.

Mika, for his part, paid the audience no mind.

As Fiona collapsed from her first climax, panting and trembling, he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged back in, vibrating fiercely once more.

"W-Wait!" Fiona gasped, eyes flying open. "Not again—it’s too much—!"

But her plea dissolved into another broken moan as a second, even stronger jet erupted from her, splattering across the floor in a glistening arc.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

"Please." She begged moments later, voice cracking as he started again. "Please stop—I beg you—!"

He didn’t.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

A third gush followed, then a fourth, each more forceful than the last.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

The floor beneath the bed grew slick and shining with her release. Fiona’s body no longer felt like her own; it belonged to the relentless rhythm of Mika’s fingers, coaxed into surrender again and again.

Each time she begged—"Please, stop, I beg you!"—another gush followed, soaking the tiles beneath the bed until the floor glistened like a shallow pool.

Fiona’s resistance also crumbled with every release.

Her once-composed expression melted into raw, sultry lust.

The hand clutching Mika’s slowly drifted upward, pressing his palm firmly against her breast, guiding him to knead the soft mound through her robe.

Her sisters gasped in unison.

"S-Sister Fiona is...touching herself with his hand?!"

Then, to everyone’s stunned dismay, she brought his other hand—still slick from her—to her lips.

Without hesitation, she slipped his fingers into her mouth—

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

—sucking greedily, tongue swirling as she bobbed her head, treating them like something far more sinful than a medical tool.

Behind the glass, several doctors covered their mouths. A few sisters averted their eyes, only to peek back, unable to look away.

It also didn’t take long for Fiona’s last shred of restraint snapped.

With a desperate cry, she lunged upward, fingers clawing at the neckline of her robe, trying to yank it down and bare herself completely—offering her breasts, her body, anything to the young man who had undone her so thoroughly.

But just as the heat threatened to consume her entirely—just as Fiona, lost to desire, clawed at her robe to bare her breasts and climb atop him—Mika gently pushed her back down.

"Calm down, Fiona." He said calmly, smiling as he held her shoulders. "I promised I’d keep this respectful. Letting you pull that down would mean seeing something unnecessary, and I’d be breaking my word."

He adjusted her robe higher instead, keeping everything covered, then pinned her lightly with one arm across her chest.

"Just hold on a little longer. It’s almost over."

She whimpered, squirming beneath his hold, hips still chasing his fingers despite herself.

But he held her down, while relentlessly driving her through climax after climax—fifth, sixth, seventh—until finally, with one last shuddering spray, her body went limp.

She lay panting, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded and hazy, while Mika withdrew his soaked glove with a soft, satisfied smile.

"Operation successful."

He announced lightly, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of his clean hand.

"All the aphrodisiac is out of your system now."

And it really was true.

Fiona’s skin, once flushed fever-hot, had cooled.

The desperate, anguished edge to her breathing was gone.

She looked utterly spent—but peaceful.

Mika brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, caressing her cheek gently.

"You did good, Fiona." He said softly, voice warm with genuine pride. "Really good. As their leader, you took the first step for all of them. I’m proud of you."

Even exhausted, even dazed, even though he was decades younger, his words wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

A shy, tired smile curved her lips.

Behind the glass and on the beds, the watchers exchanged stunned glances.

It had actually worked.

And the authoritive leader, the woman who had always embodied discipline and grace, had just been thoroughly, spectacularly saved—in the most shocking way imaginable.